Fig tree I cant figure out Your roots firmly planted In the ground All flesh runs with blood Men bird hound My flesh like bark My skin crawls Oh, fig tree Fingering Life in a pool of Curdled water Fig tree pace Around my way There is not a needle In my hay Let me go, Don´t hesitate Let me go Away Poem by carol batton and some words. then, ent bed: Stony bed To keep you awake Stony bed To save you from sleep Soon morning shall come and We shall meet To mourn our lives and Climb the Steep Steps of the Stony bed.